Call ye my whole! ay call Go call him by his name; No fitter hand may crave To light the flame of a soldier's name On the turf of a soldier's grave. CONTENT. -DISCONTENT. 213 Content. Discontent. SOME murmur when their sky is clear, In their great heaven of blue. One ray of God's good mercy gild The darkness of their night. In palaces are hearts that ask, And all good things denied? Mood Hymn. BROODS there some spirit here? The summer leaves hang silent as a cloud, The very light that streams, Through the dim dewy vail of foliage round, Comes, tremulous with emerald-tinted gleams, As if it knew the place were holy ground, And would not startle, with too bright a burst, Flowers all divinely nursed. Wakes there some spirit here? A swift wind, fraught with change, comes rushing by, And leaves and waters, in its wild career, Shed forth sweet voices-each a mystery! Surely some awful influence must pervade These depths of trembling shade! WOOD HYMN. Yes, lightly, softly move! There is a Power, a Presence in the woods; The rich air knows it, and the mossy sod- 215 And if with awe we tread The minster-floor, beneath the storied pane, And 'midst the mold'ring banners of the dead, Shall the green voiceful wild seem less Thy fane, Where Thou alone hast built?-where arch and roof Are of Thy living woof? The silence and the sound In the lone places breathe alike of Thee; The reed by every wandering whisper thrill'd— O, purify mine eyes More and yet more, by love and holy thought, Thy presence, Holiest One! to recognize In these majestic isles which thou hast wrought! And, 'midst their sea-like murmurs, teach mine ear Ever thy voice to hear! And sanctify my heart To meet the awful sweetness of that tone Let me not know the change O'er nature thrown by Guilt!-the boding sky, The hollow leaf-sounds ominous and strange, The weight wherewith the dark tree-shadows lie! Father, O keep my footsteps pure and free, To walk the woods with Thee! |